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"punchin" poems
*wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.* money is a means to buy things that make you happy when my grandma gave me twenty I said **** ya and she slapped me now Im workin for some currency and right now I am currently in debt a couple thousand and my parents keep on worrying but I know that I'm capable to escape this hole and make a boat and sail away, Ima stop punchin lines like JayLeno my paychecks and timesheets are worthless when I die, so Ima **** the system quit my job and live my life, ya **** the system *wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.* twenty years wasted? I don't think so, but did I do anything? I don't think so but this last week I thought deep like Alaskan fisherman watching their lines my rhymes and flow are cold like hos in the middle of palm springs, so frosty, no dirt on my shoulder, I wish somebody told me it hurts gettin older....
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
(intro)
hard to get but i gotta connect i am a regular cat tryina get not much time so we gotta jet all that while i connect to Cat have we met? common we've done that where you at? is what i'm tryina get i want you, wanna see you striptease do that for a little than get on your knees get down to bizz ness lets get you ******* party like famous this about to get shameless you a tease - i like this, let me hit this such a **** pretty little miss i start out slow then go all the way in you turn me out i'll keep going back in touch your chest i like to lick em bite a little on your ******* catch the rhythm lets get with it let me look at you for just a minute so much heat when you get loose foreplay is over now i cruise down your thighs i gently touch em our bodies touch hearts are punchin your ***** moist? i'll make it wetta i want you moanin, and in sweat, yeah **** me Cat lets make you bounce let me hear your cries and sounds i'll keep going steady bangin i won't stop until you beggin *** on your.. umm keep this a secret you'll feel your body getting weak yo lets have fun and get our freak on *** so hard that you start leakin would you like that? tell me honey ain't **** betta for the money...
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
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the big fat bus with the big fat yellow bootay soon began to see steam billowing out from under her big fat yellow hood. so trembling, and idling rough she pulled into the first stop, a rough-looking roadhouse to set a while and cool off. sidling up next to a brand new big shiny new tour bus, she rather pleased, for he, was a sweet lookin', and kinda handsome lookin', kinda thing, till he opened his mouth. reminded immediately of an old song, her enamor did not last long. "when i need something to help me unwind i find a six foot baby with a one track mind. smart guys are nowhere they make demands just give me a ***** with talented hands. i go bar hopping and they say last call. i start shopping for a neaderthal. i like em big and stupid i like em big and real dumb.” ah that Julie Brown… there’s a girl who knows how to belt ‘em out! she cast a furtive glance at Mr. Oh SO Brand New Bus   the big galoop, waiting for his load, when out of that rough roadhouse spilled, THE drunkest, MOST obnoxious, herd of redneck cowboys, she had ever seen or would care to ever see again. hootin' and hollerin' shootin' off their guns, just narrowly missing her big fat yellow face. a shovin' and a punchin' blood flying here and there, sounds of a cracking bone or two. shaking her bumper gently from side to side, quietly eased she, her way back on to the throughway. and off she shot! into the night! pedal to the metal! like a bat out of hell! another romantic fantasy disaster narrowly averted!
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
Big Fat Yellow Bootay Pulls into a Roadhouse Parking Lot
the big fat bus with the big fat yellow bootay soon began to see steam billowing out from under her big fat yellow hood. so trembling, and idling rough she pulled into the first stop, a rough-looking roadhouse to set a while and cool off. sidling up next to a brand new big shiny new tour bus, she rather pleased, for he, was a sweet lookin', and kinda handsome lookin', kinda thing, till he opened his mouth. reminded immediately of an old song, her enamor did not last long. "when i need something to help me unwind i find a six foot baby with a one track mind. smart guys are nowhere they make demands just give me a ***** with talented hands. i go bar hopping and they say last call. i start shopping for a neaderthal. i like em big and stupid i like em big and real dumb.” ah that Julie Brown… there’s a girl who knows how to belt ‘em out! she cast a furtive glance at Mr. Oh SO Brand New Bus   the big galoop, waiting for his load, when out of that rough roadhouse spilled, THE drunkest, MOST obnoxious, herd of redneck cowboys, she had ever seen or would care to ever see again. hootin' and hollerin' shootin' off their guns, just narrowly missing her big fat yellow face. a shovin' and a punchin' blood flying here and there, sounds of a cracking bone or two. shaking her bumper gently from side to side, quietly eased she, her way back on to the throughway. and off she shot! into the night! pedal to the metal! like a bat out of hell! another romantic fantasy disaster narrowly averted!
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gettin clean feels like rocky on a step climber gonna fly now on repeat as im gettin higher goin nowhere punchin air no i'll never tire cant breathe collapsin flappin like a punctured tyre
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
he gets up again
hit the fields runnin'    check back brother    sister let me teach ya'll    how to act don't wind up shunned    by the Pharisee crowd, wave ****** flag cool    colors loud don't hold    baited 'n hooked people    push 'n shove take another look    see **** ya'll do to me    us    anyone bicker clash dustups    like jabs    at punchin' bags, knock testament    down    inside gut play rough    balance tough    ***** dumps can't have    place on run    not planned or deliberate desecration's child dislodged    drabbletailed     'n wild daemon/cacodemon sittin' on shoulder presses down    like cinder blocks reels 'n rocks steps in avenue     make or break waves goin' steady    backed down 'till now up in face    utter stainin' shakedown    beat down daggers fly around big shot judge 'n jury    rapid fire sea fury shook up soda pop    foaming soft cap off slides down fast slow to swallow    won't last sweet things    arise 'n pass
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
Rambler's Blues